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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 3, Poema 12
XII.
PSALM
OF
THE
DAY.
Something
in
a
summer's
day,
As
her
lights
slowly
fade
away,
Makes
me
feel
solemn.
Something
in
a
summer's
noon,
—
A
deep
blue,
a
silent
tune,
Beyond
ecstasy.
And
still
in
a
summer's
night
Something
so
brightly
moving,
I
clap
my
hands
to
see;
Then
cover
my
curious
face,
Lest
such
a
subtle,
shimmering
grace
Flies
too
far
for
me.
The
magical
fingers
never
rest,
The
purple
brook
within
the
heart
Still
chafes
its
narrow
path;
The
East
still
raises
her
amber
flag,
Guides
the
sun
along
the
ridge
His
caravan
of
red,
Like
flowers
that
heard
the
dew's
tale,
But
never
thought
the
dripping
prize
Awaited
their
low
brows;
Or
bees,
that
thought
summer's
name
A
rumor
of
madness
No
summer
could
give
them;
Or
Arctic
creatures,
dimly
stirred
By
tropical
hints,
—
some
travelled
bird
Brought
to
the
wood;
Or
wind's
bright
signal
to
the
ear,
Making
that
familiar
and
severe,
Contented,
known,
before
Heaven
unexpectedly
came,
To
lives
that
thought
their
worship
Too
bold
a
psalm.
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